hypoxic: (there's more room to fly)
Leo Fitz ([personal profile] hypoxic) wrote in [community profile] entrancelogs2018-08-11 11:10 am

open | it's not the finding, but the searching

Who: Doctor Fitz and OPEN
Where: All over, but increasingly in 600/602 on the first floor.
When: August-September
Rating: PG, will warn for higher. CW for a general species-ist perspective in his narrative text though
Summary: A catch-all log for the doctor poking his fingers into things. This cycle: Lab nonsense, Hydra-ing up the gaudy unused shield HQ, trying to build up some alcohol tolerance, and making some moves about this infestation of powered people because THIS PLACE CAN TURN EVERYONE INTO BIRDS KILL IT KILL IT WITH FIRE. I don't mind making more specific starters for people who aren't already in his social circle, so please come at me here or on plurk if you want to hash something out.
Also, if you want Monika before/instead of Fitz, just drop it in the subject line and we'll make it happen for you.
The Story:

[ Sixth floor bar ]

[This is, ostensibly, the only bar with any class and dignity. As such, the doctor will patronize specifically this, sampling proper Earth liquors and pounding shots when appropriate. Perhaps his tolerance for harder drinking isn't quite what he recalls, but that's all the more reason to sit there for long stretches. Everything requires endurance training now and again, and it's important for a man to have a strong drinking ability.

If there are others available to join him, he'll acknowledge them with a nod and a tilt of his glass. Drinking is always better when it happens in a social environment. It's how bonds are forged.]


[ First floor, SHIELD HQ ]

[He tells them that it's necessary for safety purposes. If he's going to build the portal up from scratch, he won't repeat the mistake of preparing it in a populated space. It's an excuse to divorce himself from the general group of people who know their own Fitz, who want him to smile and keep his head down and work on fanciful dalliances that lead nowhere.

How could anyone have the energy to do something like that, after what's been going on? After they've had their very humanity torn away from them like some kind of game? This is unhealthy. It must've already driven the rest of them mad. He won't let it get to him. He can see right through the truth of it. The magic-users and the powered people are subhuman trash trying to dilute the human race, and the humans are happy to let it happen. It's disgusting. They're all infected. And if the need arises, they'll all have to burn down with the rest of it.

They can have their food festivals and their social events. They might be able to forget what was done to them. But Wonderland has actively declared war, and Doctor Leopold Fitz did not get where he is by lying down in the face of conflict.

Throughout August, he'll be adding pieces to the massive supercomputer there, as well as framing the base for something big enough to fit human life. And sometimes, visitors might be greeted by a bright feminine voice while he's in a back room occupied with something else entirely. Feel free to say hello to Monika while you wait. She's perfectly sweet and innocent. Really.]
255000255000255: (Just Monika.)

[personal profile] 255000255000255 2018-08-15 12:12 am (UTC)(link)
Well, I don't think "impeding" is the word I'd use.

[ That makes it seem like she's spending every waking moment thinking about it. It barely takes up two-thirds of her day!

It's clear she's considering his words carefully, however. In a place where death was usually a minor inconvenience, what was so bad about it? It'd be way faster than editing files! And think of all the new options there'd be!

Monika crosses her arms, glancing at him with a raised eyebrow, the rest of her thoughts settling in her mind as she does. Then she smiles sweetly with a giggle. ]


But...I guess it might help me focus more on my duties if they were taken care of.

[ She raises her hands with a carefree shrug. You'd think they were discussing ways to take care of an ant infestation.

...Hmm! She liked that. Maybe she'd use it in a poem later. It was pretty fitting, wasn't it? ]
255000255000255: (Joy)

[personal profile] 255000255000255 2018-08-15 06:58 am (UTC)(link)
[ She shuts her eyes, letting the satisfaction wash over her. That "praise" was like a drug to her, something she needed more and more with each passing day. Being who he was, she knew he'd probably never directly say the three words she yearned for with a burning passion. That was fine. Poetry had made it quite easy for her to find the meanings between the lines.

Her eyes flutter back open as her smile widens. ]


I'm sure I can use the time when everyone's sleeping to come up with some plans~

[ That's probably enough about her for now, though. She knew well how his jaw would tighten if she tried to blather on about her worries for too long. ]

Anyway~ Do you want to discuss what you're working on right now? I'm really interested!